Forced to lie down after wearing cannon fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Chu drank a bowl of spicy noodles on the side of the road and fed his stomach half full, only then did he feel that his whole body came alive.

After dinner, I found a cheap hotel to make do for one night, but the place said that the hotel was really flattering, and it should be more appropriate to call it a dilapidated house.

The wallpaper pasted on the wall has turned yellow, with large and small holes, and you can see the gray concrete wall inside, with spider webs hanging on the corners, it looks dusty at first glance, Wen Chu felt that this place was perfect for shooting ghost movies.

The various facilities in the room are also missing arms, legs, paint, and coverings. It seems that only the words "in disrepair and dilapidated" can come to mind.

Wen Chu just came out of Song Baifeng's house during the day, and now he suddenly lives in this kind of place, the gap is too big, he is not used to it.

Fortunately, the bathing equipment is still barely usable.Wen Chu was so heartbroken that he happily took a hot bath and went to bed after washing.

The next day happened to be Monday, and he went to the school where the original owner was - Fergus on time.

Fergus is one of the best schools in the imperial capital, offering many majors with relatively strict teaching requirements.

Zhong Huai majored in the Department of Economics, which is also the direction that most rich kids would choose, and Song Zhi also majored in this major.

The two are still in the same class.

The original owner's grades were not very good, and he was usually in love except fooling around, and the original owner's father had no demands on him, since he was protecting him anyway, Zhong Huai let himself go even more.

But Song Zhi was different. This person wanted to save face, and his parents were the same. Telling about their child's poor grades would inevitably damage their family's reputation.

Song Zhi's father, Song Baizheng, always compares Song Zhian to Song Baifeng. Although he himself is a waste, this does not prevent him from looking forward to his son becoming a dragon.

Wen Chu went early, and there were not many people in the class when he arrived.

The original owner usually sat in the front row with Song Zhi who was studying hard. Wen Chu didn't want to get too close to Song Zhi, so he sat down in a corner at the back.

After a while, students came in sparsely, and no one sat next to him.On the contrary, a few rich kids who usually had a good time with the original owner whistled inexplicably as they passed by him.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Zhong? Why are you sitting in the back?" The man raised his chin, "Song Zhi is sitting in front, continue to follow behind."

Another person came from behind him: "Perhaps he got close and was chased back. At that time, he had money and chased him for so long. If he didn't have money, he might lick him anyway."

The voices of the two were not low, and the people around them burst into laughter when they heard it.

Wen Chu looked down at the textbooks on the desk without raising his head.

But those two people didn't react at first, and they didn't show the expected angry or pitiful expressions. It seemed that they didn't notice them, let alone put them in their eyes, and they suddenly felt a little upset.

"Hey, they study hard," one of them sneered, "don't pay any attention to us."

"What do you study? Study hard at the bottom of the class, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The two sang together, and continued to be angry: "What are you laughing at? Study hard and get a scholarship, what if you don't have money to eat and starve to death?"

"That's right," the man whistled again, and squinted at Wen Chu, "Brother Zhong, I like you."

In fact, these two people are right. Fergus’s scholarship is very high, which is almost enough for his living expenses for half a year. Taking this money will be of great help to his life.

Although Wen Chu has no obsession with money, as long as he has enough to eat and not starve to death.But he has no reason not to do this kind of thing that can increase knowledge and make money.

It's just that he just took out the textbook and didn't see why, when two mosquitoes came and buzzed around his ears.Wen Chu didn't plan to take care of it at first, but they didn't seem to plan to stop. Those who didn't know thought that the two mosquitoes were laying eggs alternately.

He raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, there was no emotion in his eyes, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, with a domineering aura, and he felt so calm and prestige, which made people feel a little thumping in their hearts.

The laughter of the two of them subsided, and it happened that the class bell rang, so they sat down in their respective seats.

Similar things happened to the original owner many times after his family went bankrupt. Many of these rich children were spoiled by their families, and they didn't know what polite education was.

They can look at people with arrogance outside, but when they go to school, they sometimes have to behave with their tails between their tails.When encountering a rich man like Zhong Huai who could only look up at him, now that he has fallen to the point where anyone can laugh at him, he must come and bully him.

There are many things here and the cost is high. It's not that Wen Chu didn't think about transferring schools, but his student status has already stayed here. Where can he go for such a troublesome thing as a person with no money and no power.

Just continue to lie flat, at worst, the soldiers will come and cover the water and soil.

Song Baifeng sat on a black leather swivel chair, spinning an expensive pen in his hand boredly, and then looked up at the grade director who made tea and water for him.

The young and handsome director Jiang Yeshan skillfully made tea on the tea table next to him. He pretended to hold the bottom of the cup in one hand and the edge of the cup in the other, and put the ocher sandy teacup on the in front of Song Baifeng.

Song Baifeng drank it expressionlessly, then shook his head, and commented dryly: "Your tea is not good."

Jiang Yeshan rolled his eyes, and sat down opposite Song Baifeng: "Can you drink tea, you rough man?"

Song Baifeng leaned back on the back of the chair and glanced at him.

Jiang Yeshan immediately hesitated: "How can I have good tea in this small shabby house, the people's teacher, I am so poor that I can't compare with you, General."

Song Baifeng sneered: "Keep pretending."

Jiang Yeshan and Song Baifeng were young children, and they have been going to school together since the beginning.When they grow up, one will be engaged in literature and the other in martial arts, and the other will be determined to promote education and the other will defend the country.

However, Jiang Yeshan is also a strange thing. His family is very rich, and then he ran to become a teacher who was looked down upon by the "upper class" regardless of the opposition of the family.

Jiang Yeshan snorted, "Why are you here? It's not because you miss me, is it?" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Are you here to drink tea?"

Song Baifeng handed over the cup, Jiang Yeshan reluctantly took it and poured him another cup.Only then did Song Baifeng lazily say, "To see my nephew, I'll talk to you by the way."

Jiang Yeshan said mercilessly: "Your nephew is quite reassuring, his grades are not bad, but his brain is not very good, and it will be a bit difficult to reach the top."

If another parent came here, he should have been so angry at this person's few words.

But fortunately Song Baifeng was calm and didn't react too much to these words.One is that he knows that Jiang Yeshan seems to have no brains, but he doesn't know how to joke about education, and the other is...he originally thought so too.

Song Baifeng didn't reply, he stood up and walked to the bookcase, reached out and took out a whole pack of tea leaves.

Jiang Yeshan's body froze for a moment, showing the standard eight teeth, with a false smile on his face: "This tea is not good."

Song Baifeng twirled the tea bag in his hand, and said neither salty nor light: "Okay, keep all the good ones away and don't let me drink them."

Immediately, this person ran out amidst the roar of Jiang Yeshan resounding through the campus, closed the door of the office with a "bang", put the tea in his pocket casually, and saw a figure in a blink of an eye.

Wen Chu didn't expect to see Song Baifeng in the school, he froze for a moment, then reached out and waved to him: "Hello, General Song."

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